Chester Cohen

“ Queerest thing I ever seen—cuz there ain't nothin' in front o' him, exceptin' trees and grass.
A coupla minutes later, he throws his hands down, like he's stoppin' somethin', and then he turns around towards the crowd and bends over real low.
And the crowd goes nuts. Their mouths are wide open, screamin' and yellin', and they're clappin' their hands like they was at a circus or somethin'.
Queerpants bends over a couple times more, then he swings around again, sorta taps the air in front o' him, stretches his arms up over his head for a second, and then starts slingin' 'em around again. ”

“ At Amsterdam, we swing uptown, up a big hill, and when we get to the top, I can see the crowd still racing along like mad.
Way uptown, somewhere near a Hundred and Twenty-fifth, we turn west, run down under the Express Highway, and end up in front of a beat-up old dock.
There's hundreds of cars parked all over the place with their doors open and their engines runnin', and ev'rybody's racin' toward the river. ”

“ The whole mob beats it across the grass, knockin' into each other, ev'rybody tryin' to get ahead.
I let 'em go and went back to the sidewalk. I know where that woods lets out; it leads right back to Central Park West, and it's the long way around. I can easy beat 'em by goin' up the sidewalk.
And I do. I'm already waitin' outside when Queerpants comes hoppin' out with the whole mob runnin' after him. Looks like they picked up lots more people on the way, cuz now there's hundreds followin' him.
I damn near chokes when Queerpants jumps the red light. ”